Blanche

When Blanche was born into the world the life of her mother was lost, she was the youngest in what was now a family of four, she had an older sister and two older brothers, all were very talented and had things going for them.. But then there was Blanche, she was a frail young girl and would spend her free time inside, Alone. To compensate for her loneliness Blanche started to play with puppets and read books, By the time she was 14 she had read almost all the books in her house and enjoyed the puppets very much, whether it be marionettes, finger puppets or any other kind of puppets. She loved them all. When she began to bore of normal puppets she put them aside for a while to pursue something else, Swordsmanship. Blanche eventually obtained a rapier and joined a sword club.. She wasn't very good and was afraid of getting hurt.. But she practiced three times a week every week. Blanche was discovering fair skill with the rapier. For an average person. But nothing for her to be proud of in this world of strong pirates and marines, yet.

Blanche grew older and stronger, she still didn't have the strongest body. But she was strong in her mind. The keen intellect that she was blessed with seemingly surpassed her siblings.. They had become simple people while Blanche wanted to move on and be something more.

It was a dark night when Blanche began her downward spiral towards villainy, She had always harbored hatred towards those who had succeeded while she failed. Her siblings who were skilled and received praised from family members, her classmates who played when she could not. Blanche walked down the docks and eyed up the boats that were anchored all around her. She couldn't help but think how easy it would be to make off with one of these boats and take something away from someone who had so much. As Blanche reached the end of the dock she looked over the water, she could see the silhouette of a boat on the water. It was only then that she realized what she wanted to do. She needed to get away from the town she was in, sail the seas. Blanche wanted to make both a name for herself and plenty of money. So she could finally be one of those people who had everything. The people she envied and hated. She turned on her heel and started walking home as quickly as she could, as soon as she was home she would figure out what to do. It wasn't until she was on her street that she knew which side she would sail with. Her family wasn't the richest in this town so they didn't' own a house in a prime location. Drunken sailors and marines often found their way onto the streets and sometimes caused a little trouble. Only this time Blanche alone. It was only seconds after she noticed them that she found a clammy hand on her arm. "Hello little lady" The marine said to Blanche before slightly tugging on her arm "Why don't you come back with me and we could have some fun" Her hand moved quickly towards the sword on her hip, she drew her sword and stabbed the marine in the shoulder, almost immediately afterwards he pulled his hand away from her and staggered backwards. Her grip was still tight on her blade and it slid out of his shoulder slick with blood. Blanche turned and ran towards her home but all the shouting and noise that had been created already attracted some attention from the authorities. The sounds of guns firing behind her could be heard and she found herself lying on the ground. As the blood left her wounds she found herself losing consciousness.

Her vision was blurry and the noises around her were overwhelming. Blanche could hear her family and some unidentified voices. As the world came into focus Blanche noticed that she was in a jail cell. It was the small jail in her town but it was still good enough to keep Blanche contained.  Blanche approached the bars on the door of the cell "hello?" she called out to her family. Blanche was only greeted by the shuffling of feet and then silence. Blanche moved back towards the place where she woke up. As she sat huddled in the corner she found herself falling asleep again. She was still tired and it seemed she couldn't even stay up for a few minutes.

Blanche woke again only hours later but judging from the light entering from the small window it had gotten dark again. Blanche was startled when she heard the sound of keys and saw the cell door open. It was her father and he quickly motioned for her to hush. "An officer here is an old friend of mine and hes letting me break you out- " Her father smiled as he helped her off the ground and rushed her out the door. They made their way down through the dark alleys and paths towards they talked and once they had reached it Blanche's father hugged her. "I understand that I might not see you often but I want you to get on a ship and not come back for a while" Blanche's father released her from the hug and ran back into the darkness. There was no way Blanche would be caught by these foul marines again. She silently boarded a ship and made her way into the cargo bay to hide. Blanche was a pirate now, and she could never go back. She was tired of wooden puppets, and she desired something more. Human Puppets.

Blanche was off to be a pirate, all she needed now was a crew. But to her misfortune, no crews wanted to accept a girl like her. They saw her as a pawn if anything and she didn't want that.. After about two months of searching and travelling she arrived in seemingly nice town. When she asked around the town she was told it was known for its collectibles and that many devil fruits came though here. A devil fruit. That was what she needed.. A power that could make her respected within a crew. Something that would give her the ability to be seen as a desirable weapon. Blanche prowled the streets day and night. Watching for someone weak enough that she could attack. After spending about three weeks on her patrol she got lucky. What seemed to be a weak pirate was walking down the street holding a chest. "The captain will be so excited I found this fruit for him" the foolish pirate said thinking he wasn't being observed at that very moment. Blanche ran from her hiding spot.. She held the pistol she had obtained high and aimed for his arm. She let out a shot and watched as the man dropped the box. A menacing smile appeared on her face as she ran forward and snatched up the box.. She ran towards the forest and disappeared. Never to be seen by him again. As she ran into the forest she broke into a maniacal fit of laughter. She had finally obtained what she needed. She sat on the ground and opened the chest. The pirates were foolish enough to leave it unlocked. She was in awe with what she saw. It was a grey fruit with a strange swirly design. She quickly gulped it down and a look of disgust appeared on her face. That was the worst thing she had ever tasted. She made her way back into town.. She walked with pride because slowly but surely she would become someone desirable. Now the crews would want her. Blanche set off once again to find a crew and to complete her goals, to complete these goals she would need to become cold like ice.